Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.